Dachelle Church Letter D

D

D is doll, m y nickname and soul

D is a Delightful letter it's a simle by Picasso put on sideways.

I can make a sun rise just look the right way.

Dachelle Church

    I stand in the field with my thoughts all abroad, and my mamas acallin' from the cabin door knob. I run with all my might for I've been watching the stars by the old 'sippi river and enjoying our newly found freedom. My sisters been sold were getting her back, then we are leaving to Canada to be with father.

Alex Acuna's Slave Poem

Where are my kids?
Where is my husband?
Where is my freedom?
Where is my childhood?
What do I have left in this cruel world?
Why am I less than you?
Can't dwell on questions I will never get answered. 

Patricia Galvan Slave Poem

I fulfill an empty redundant life
were freedom is mocking over hills
life is a challenge but I strive
I gain endurance and strength that builds

crossing plains just to be free
is but only a goal one can not see
no one understands how feelings show
for tormentors hurt us just to be sold

Gwen Brockbank

Slave Poem: 

Working everyday

Never get the pay

Celebrate at night

Don't put up a fight

Tried to get away

Only got to stay

Alexis Sprague

I am a slave
Traded and sold by white men
Forced to work in fields for little or nothing
I am a slave
I'm not perfect because of my color
I'm inferior to the white men above me
I am a slave
Thought of as property
And not as a human being
I am a creature, an it, a slave
But despite what they say I am more than that
Greater than a creature, an it, or a slave
I am a PERSON

Natalia Bell

Does he even see me?

Does he recognize me?

Master only calls me:

Wench,

Slave,

Girl.

But,

If he could recognize me,

Maybe even call me by my name,

Would he know how much more effective I would be?

Because that's all I ask for.